Anya's a Prick Tease
(M/F, ir, size, preg)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

"No! And that's final." Mom continued in a raised voice, "It's snowing already and Sandy and I are taking my car."

Sandy got divorced about six months ago. She and Mom started going to a Single's dance every Friday night since then. Usually I was allowed to use Mom's car and they went in Sandy's van.

"Besides, you've only had your license for two months. And since it's snowing I told her to bring Anya just in case we get snowed in. Sandy is picking up pizza on her way over."

"Great! Not only can't go out. I have to babysit a stupid kid. Just great!" including this new information in my ongoing complaint.

"Stop. It's no use arguing. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and make the best of it. Maybe you could play checkers or some of our other games."

"Great," I said still sulking.

"Here they are. Go help them bring in the pizza and snacks."

Sandy looked sexy tonight. We had been neighbors ever since I could remember. We moved out to the suburbs two years ago, but she and Mom remained best friends. I had called her by her first name since learning to talk. Sandy had lost about twenty pounds right after her divorce. Even with her boots on over her shoes, I still liked her black stockings that showed between her coat and boots. When she sat down a bag of snacks on the counter, her coat opened enough to reveal a short skirt. Whoa! Sandy, I was thinking, you look sharp tonight. But I only said, "You look nice tonight, Sandy." Then, as I hoped, she took off her coat and modeled her new outfit. Although not well endowed, her tighter clothes showed off her new, slimmer figure. I could see her nipples raise to little bumps through her sheer bra and blouse as she turned around in front of me, as if she liked being looked at.

"You're getting so big, Tom. Sorry we have to take your car tonight." meaning Mom's car, which I usually used on the weekends. "And thanks for keeping an eye on Anya for me." Sandy never teased me about being small for my age.

Anya came in as Sandy was turning. She looked embarrassed by her mother's 'modeling.' Taking off her coat and stamping the snow off her gym shoes, pulling off the knit cap and shaking out her pig tails, with ribbons, she said, "Oh, Mother. Tom doesn't want to check you out."

I disagreed but didn't say anything, noticing things about Sandy that I never noticed before.

"We'd better go, Sandy," said Mom, "It's supposed to start snowing worse. Maybe we shouldn't even go tonight."

"Maybe we should go back home, Mom." suggested Anya hopefully. "I don't want to stay here."

"That's enough, young lady. You're not going back home just so you can run over to Sarah's house. And just because you're almost thirteen doesn't mean you can't still get a spanking. Do you want a spanking right now, in front of Tom?" I could tell Sandy had had enough of Anya's "lip."

"You could both stay here if you don't want to drive tonight, Sandy." offered Mom.

"No, I just got this outfit. Let's go right now." putting her coat back on, heading for the door, "You kids get along. Don't forget, you used to take baths together. Tom, Anya will be 13 next week. See if she will tell you what she wants. I can't get any suggestions out of her." and they hustled out the door, beginning to yak before it was closed.

Anya and I looked at each other, both wishing we were somewhere else. But knowing we were 'stuck' here for the evening, I opened the pizza box and said, "I would have liked watching you get a spanking, especially a bare-bottomed spanking." and started to snicker.

She fumed a Moment longer, then burst out laughing. "Don't eat all of it, you pig!" and came over to the table, kicking off her wet shoes, standing next to me as I sat in the best chair, the one with arms. "Do you still have cable? Mom had ours disconnected."

"Your Mom was looking sexy tonight."

"You pervert. She's your Mom's best friend." confiding, "Sometimes she embarrasses me the way she 'advertises.' It looked like you were really checking her out," as she grabbed her second piece, spilling some on the floor.

"Look who's calling who a pig!" I joked, "You're the one slopping food on the floor," and playfully slapped her fanny through her jeans.

She gave me a funny look and sat down, "Maybe we should get plates and go see what's on TV. Do you get any movie channels? Friday nights have the scariest movies." then she started joking, "But I won't be scared with a 'big strong boy' like you around." mimicking her mother, "Or am I being too sour castic?"

"It's not 'sour-castic' it's 'sarcastic' and yes, you are. Maybe your Mom was right about you needing a spanking. Besides, it's almost your birthday." offering another excuse to spank her.

"Thank you for correcting me, Mr. Webster!" continuing to dig, "Aren't we grownup now? In high school, a driver's license... What next? The honor roll?" she laughed.

"Actually I did make the honor roll, so Mom would give me the car every weekend. But you can see how long that lasted."

Reaching to get plates out of the cupboard, she turned and said, "If we were allowed to cook I could make cookies - so we won't starve." now joking about the bagful of snacks on the counter.

We had never been friends before, but she seemed older tonight, more like another teenager instead of a kid. I never knew she was such a joker. I went over to help her get the plates. As I reached up, she smacked me on the behind!

With platefuls of pizza and cans of pop, we headed to the living room. "Mom said we should play checkers, Anya. Doesn't THAT sound like fun?" laughing again. We had never laughed together before, as far as I could remember.

My clicking through the channels was beginning to get on her nerves. "Such a 'man.'" she said. "Let me have that." and she tried to grab it from me. We wrestled on the couch for a Moment. She was stronger than I expected. I noticed she had on some kind of perfume. Momentarily distracted, she wrenched the controller from my hand and stuffed her hands up under her sweatshirt and doubled over to prevent me from recovering it. We rolled back onto the other end of the big couch and I pulled her arms out pinning them to the couch, sitting on top of her, my knees straddling her tummy.

She laughed as I looked at her empty hands. "Where did it go, Tom?" she teased. Looking down in front of me at her baggy sweatshirt, I distinguished three bumps, and realized the middle one had to be the controller. She continued laughing at my indecision, twisting and wiggling so I had to hold tight.

Not knowing whether I should reach under her sweatshirt to retrieve it, events took care of themselves as she twisted too far over. We fell on the floor, rolling, and the controller fell out. I grabbed it and jumped back into my seat.

As if nothing had happened, she stood, shook her pigtails, and asked, "Want another pop?" and headed to the kitchen.

"Yes, thanks." Now I was totally discomfited by my former neighbor.

I was small for my age, but so was she. Those two brand new bumps on her chest and the lingering aroma of her perfume was having an unexpected effect on me. Just a kid, I told myself in warning.

Anya's strawberry blond hair, ribbon-tied in pigtails, freckles, braces, along with her small stature and baggy sweatshirt all gave her a little kid look, but her strength, humor, and the two new 'buds' told me she was more grown than I first thought. She came bouncing back into the room, jumped onto the couch, right beside me. She sat cross-legged, with her bent knee resting over mine.

"Here's your pop. What do you want to watch?" and she pulled the comforter off the back of the couch and put it over our laps.

I swear I don't know why, but I put my arm around her after popping open my coke.

She leaned against me and suggested, "Let's watch a scary movie."

"Sure, Anya. I'll protect you." continuing our joke. The cable movie station was showing previews of tonight's movies. 'Abducted High School Witch' was on next, followed by 'Barbie's First Time'. We laughed at the title and preview, both thinking of her Mom all dressed up and going to the single's dance. We didn't even have to say anything. The preview showed a close up of a man's hand unsnapping a ladies bra and pulling her down, off camera. That really cracked us up. We just looked at each other and began laughing so hard we almost cried. As the 'Abducted Witch' movie started she snuggled in closer. It felt great. Snuggled there, the smell of pizza with an overtone of her perfume, her pigtail tickling my neck. We began a rambling, disjointed conversation, just kind of seeing the movie, but not paying much attention.

"Aren't grownups a riot?" she asked, "My god, you'd think they were going to a prom or something. Mom took over an hour to get ready. And you should see some of her new underwear!"

"I wish I could," I said, only partly joking. "Mom got some new panties after she got divorced five years ago. No, make that six years ago. I had just turned ten."

"Why, Tom, have you been looking at your own Mom's underwear? You are a pervert!" she laughed. She poked me in the ribs a few times. "I saw how you looked at my Mom's tits."

Embarrassed. She was right. When she stopped poking my ribs she put her other hand on my leg. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked, noting my silence.

"Hey, I don't look at my Mom's underwear, okay? I just noticed it in the laundry when I brought my clothes down, that's all," feeling a need to explain.

"Oh, Tom, you're so funny. Are you blushing?" She looked right into my face, which made me blush even more, of course. Her left hand was still resting on my leg and when she looked in my face she reached her right hand over to the middle of my chest. Her blue eyes struck me. Another thing I had never noticed. Anya suddenly seemed like a different person.

She looked back at the TV as a woman screamed, tied to a wall, arms and legs spread. As we watched the scene, still not listening to the dialog, her fingers slipped between the buttons on my plaid shirt, touching my bare skin. "Maybe this will be a scary movie." snuggling even closer to me.

The pop was getting to us. I really needed to go to the bathroom but didn't want to get up. I think she felt the same way. My arm was getting stiff, too. Finally I pinched her on the side and said, "I got to take a whiz," and got up.

"I'll put the pizza away," she said, entering the kitchen, and adding "and I got to whiz, too!" teasing me on my archaic choice of words.

When I came back downstairs she was already on the couch in the same spot. Her sweatshirt was over the back of the reclining chair! Looking from her sweat shirt back to her I saw the straps of her white t-shirt above the comforter.

She pulled the blanket aside and said, "Come on, they're getting to a good part, where they light candles all around her and strap her to a table. And wail till you see what she's wearing, Tom," she said, patting the spot on the couch for me to sit. I looked back at her sweatshirt.

"I was getting too hot in that thing under our blanket. Come on, I'm getting cold."

Her little breasts were more prominent now, with just the tight t-shirt with the shoulder straps. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her golf ball-sized tits pushed straight out.

Sitting down I suggested, "Why don't I rub your back while we watch TV and then you can rub mine, okay?"

"Sure Tom, Hurry back here. I'm getting cold!"

"Now, how should I sit?" I said, sitting down beside her.

"Scoot over. Then you can lay across my lap."

We slid down about a foot and she laid across my lap. She pulled the throw pillow down and put her head and shoulders on it. The blanket was covering her except for her head. Her back was in the middle of my lap as I began massaging outside her t-shirt. I could hardly detect those two tiny 'buds' pressing against my left leg, but just knowing they were there was getting me stiff.

"Lift up a minute." I adjusted my pants. Surprisingly, the observant Anya didn't comment, but just let me adjust myself. A quiet chuckle as she settled back, enjoying the back rub.

"Want your spankings now, Anya?" Patting her fanny as she laid across my lap.

"Let's see, you'll be thirteen, right?" and slapped her a little harder to see what she would do.

"I could hardly feel that through these jeans, Tom. Besides I thought you were just going to rub my back."

Resting my hand on her firm fanny through those jeans was making me even stiffer. I decided to try a harder spank. Moving the cover I gave her a harder one. SMACK!

"Ow!"

SMACK! "If you want your back rub you have to let me spank you first."

"Ow! was that two or three, Tom?"

"Only the first one. The others were just warmups."

SMACK, SMACK!

"Ouch! You'd better give me a good back rub when you're done, that's all I can say," she said as she squirmed back and forth.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! with the third one being the hardest. She didn't say anything but continued to squirm. She was trying not to say anything, so I challenged her, "I bet I can make you say 'ouch' on the next ones."

"No you can't," she said, accepting my dare.

I moved our blanket completely off her rear end and gave her two more hard ones. She squirmed and wiggled, bending her knees so her feet would block my swing, but she didn't say anything.

"Keep your feet down, or else I might have to start over!"

"That's not fair, Tom. I shouldn't even let you spank me. It better be a really good back rub is all I can say!"

"Tell you what, Anya. If you pull your jeans down so I can spank you on your panties, I won't spank so hard." I rubbed her perfect little ass lightly while she was deciding.

"Well, okay. But they better be a lot softer." Then she knelt up, unsnapped her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and pushed them down towards her knees. Her white cotton panties had little flowers all over them. They fit snugly. She laid back across my lap and I put my hand on her bottom, sliding the material around against her skin. "Not so hard... don't forget!"

"Okay, how's this?" as I smacked her much softer, almost a pat. She still squirmed each time I spanked her. As she squirmed I put my hand on her thigh and parted her legs. After each remaining spank I parted them a little farther, finally reaching the limit of her bunched up jeans. My timing was irregular so she wouldn't know when the next one was coming. I pulled the cover back over her when I finished, hoping she would leave her jeans down while I rubbed her back. I immediately started massaging and to my relief, she didn't make a move to pull up her pants. The moment was awkward, so I changed the tone with a bad question.

"Have you seen this movie before?" knowing she had. "What happens next?"

We watched in silence as the "witch" was led into the stone chamber, hands tied behind her, a chain attached to her studded, leather collar. She was to be punished for casting spells. The high school witch was almost naked, but they never showed a complete front shot. My hands were massaging under her t-shirt now, on her back and sides, sometimes sliding a finger under the edge of her panties around the top and sometimes around the bottom edge. I even rubbed her armpits almost to her chest, glancing along the edge of her breasts. No objections so far. I ventured to rub her fanny and the backs of her legs and even the insides of her thighs. As my fingers 'accidentally' touched her panties between her legs I noticed they felt moist. She still squirmed sometimes, even though I wasn't spanking.

We both jumped at the sound of the phone. Neither of us wanting to move or break our own spell. Mom and Sandy would not be home for another two hours. Who could be calling?

"Are you two okay?" asked Mom's voice.

"We're fine. Just watching TV. We cleaned up the pizza already," thinking that was why she called.

"Put Anya on the other phone, Tom."

"Hi, Alana!" Anya said from the kitchen phone. She had pulled up her jeans and run to the kitchen phone when I answered the one in the living room.

"Kids, it's really getting bad outside. We're going to spend the night here at the Holiday Inn. The radio is saying nobody should be driving."

A clicking, then Sandy's voice, "Honey, you'll need to find something to sleep in and spend the night at Alana's house. You can find something to wear in one of her drawers or maybe use one of Tom's shirts. You can sleep in Aunt Alana's bed. okay?"

Silence.

"Like I have a choice. Crap. Will I miss gymnastics practice tomorrow?" Anya finally replied.

"Honey, gymnastics will probably be cancelled. Everything's getting cancelled."

"Okay, Mom. We'll be fine. Did you meet a guy or something?"

"Don't get smart. We're snowed in. You two should be fine there. We'll call in the morning. And I meant it about not being too old for a spanking, young lady." Then to me, "Has she been helping, Tom?"

"Well, yes. She cleaned up the pizza leftovers and put them in the fridge. We're just watching TV." coming to Anya's defense. "We might play Checkers."

"Well, you kids take care. Find something to sleep in in Alana's dresser, Anya. Good night." After we all hung up, Anya came skipping into the living room laughing. Her laughter blended with the howling, blowing wind outside.

"Checkers?" she asked, giggling.

"What should we do next?" Alternate possibilities spun in our heads.

"It's your turn to rub my back. Or should I give you more spankings first? Or maybe we should find you a nightie. We could make some popcorn and watch the late, late movies."

"I want to see the choice of nighties first!" she decided.

She was pulling off her socks as we bounded up the stairs. "Wait." I said as we entered Mom's room. "I get to pick it out, okay?"

As she stopped to consider, I noticed her breasts looked even bigger when she was standing up straight. When she noticed me looking at her chest, she didn't try to slouch or hide them. She just smiled at me and let me look. And as I continued to look, with her tacit permission, her nipples poked forward, changing shape before my eyes, pencil erasers on golf balls.

"Then I get to pick out something for you to sleep in," she said; her words not reaching me right away.

"What?" I asked.

"If you get to pick out what I have to wear, then I get to pick out what you have wear. That's only fair."

"I'm not sure; I don't know," I finally said.

"Then maybe I'll just wear my sweatshirt." as she opened Mom's jewelry drawer, her first random choice. We looked at the assortment of jewelry. The end of a flashlight covered by a cloth box struck my eye. "What's this flashlight doing here?" as I pulled out a white, plastic, pointed flashlight. "Where's the bulb?"

Anya doubled over with laughter. She couldn't talk. Tears formed in her eyes again. "Oh, Tom. I don't believe you!" still laughing. "Don't you know what this is?"

I confessed I had never seen anything like it before.

"We keep the other flashlights in the kitchen drawer by the garage."

"Sit down on the chair a minute," leading me to the wooden chair next to Mom's bed. "Close your eyes while I 'flash' this on you, big boy. I'll show you how it works. Sarah's Mom has one of these. We play with it sometimes when she's gone."

I sat there expecting to see light through my closed eyelids. Instead I heard a buzzing noise. Suddenly I felt her push something against my chest through my flannel shirt. It tickled. She touched it against my nipple and I pulled away opening my eyes. I took it from her hand and felt it. It was vibrating like an electric sander in shop class.

Looking closer, turning it this way and that, I finally asked, "What's it for?"

"It's a vibrator!"

"And?" looking back at her, still not getting the joke. "What does it do?"

"Girls use them, Tom. They put this against themselves and tickle, like giving yourself a massage."

She was rubbing it on her shoulders and tummy, down to her panties. "Didn't you ever hear of a vibrator? Sarah's Mom has one. We played with it once when she wasn't home. I don't know exactly how they work. Maybe we could play with it."

Feeling my skin turn color, I said, "Like a sex thing? But why would old people use them? Mom is almost 35. She wouldn't use one, would she? Is that what makes the blood come out?"

"Tom, I don't want to be 'sour-castic,' but you need to learn a few things. Let's play with this for my massage. It might feel good on my back."

Then twisting off the vibrator, she looked into the next drawer. "We can talk more about this later, but I want to see my choices now." We both noticed with relief how messy her underwear and nightie drawers were. We could get everything out and just throw stuff back in and she wouldn't know if we had opened it or not. There were panties of every color. Some silky, some just strings with a cloth patch, some with ruffles, and some stained, cotton 'everyday' panties. There was the same variety in the nightie drawer. Some you could see right through.

Instantly turned on, just seeing her hand clearly through the pink nightgown she was holding up, I tentatively said, "Try that one."

Bargaining again, she replied, "Maybe I will. But only if you agree to wear what I tell you."

Passion overwhelmed my judgment which led me to say, "Sure."

Then in a dry, raspy voice, "Can I stay here and watch you try it on?"

"You stay here. I'll go in the bathroom and try it on. I 'might' come out and model it for you since you seemed to like watching my Mom model her clothes," she said, chiding me again.

I couldn't speak. Sat on the chair, waiting, mind locked up without words; prick hard as a rock, but not daring to 'adjust' myself through my jeans for fear of shooting right now. The next minute seemed like ten. She walked out. Beautiful. No jeans. No t-shirt. Only her flowered panties under the nightie. I could see everything clearly. Her pink nipples. She seemed uncommonly meek for a change. Not talking. Looking down, as if waiting for my approval.

"You look great in them. I didn't know you were so grownup, but those panties don't match. Either take the panties off or find some that go with it."

She pulled her panties down and stood up, kicking them off. I could see the beginnings of a small blond bush over her still bare lips. I walked to her and took her hand.

"We can try some more outfits on later. Let's go back downstairs and I'll rub your back some more, watch TV a little bit. Ummm, for some reason, I feel kind of nervous," as I led her downstairs.

She was strangely quiet, then, half way down she blurted, "Just your t-shirt and underwear for now," telling me what to wear while I rubbed her back.

Without talking we assumed the same positions we were in before the phone call. Me in my underwear and t-shirt, she in Mom's nightie, the blanket over us. I don't think either of us heard a word as the witch ceremony continued. Evidently she had escaped somehow and been caught again. Now the high school witch had leg irons, handcuffs, and the leather collar with a chain leash. It was an erotic scene, but almost comical: twenty grown men and women, all dressed up, with a naked high school girl in chains. As the TV characters staked her out on the concrete floor, legs and arms stretched out with chains, my hands were feeling something much softer.

We were both aware that I wasn't rubbing her back anymore. She had scooted forward so her buns were centered on my lap. My left hand was now under her nightie massaging her firm breasts which were suspended between my leg and her pillow. My right hand was on her fanny, thighs, and touching the now-moist lips. Her legs spread a little farther apart every minute or two. I could feel the peach fuzz on her lips as my fingers stroked up and down her lips, not yet daring to 'enter.' I had even scratched the tiny blond bush on her mound like I was scratching my favorite cat's head - kind of a scratch-pull-rub motion.

Ever curious, and now knowing Anya as a source of honest information, I asked, "Why is your pussy so wet, Anya?" Then, "May I put my finger in it?"

"Tom, it gets that way when I feel this way. But I only feel this way when you're around. I'm not sure how to explain it exactly, but it's like I have an itch inside and want you to scratch it for me. My tummy is quivering with excitement. It means you're really turning me on. And, Yes! Please put you finger in me, Tom. I've been hoping you would. Just go slow, okay?"

"Like this?" as my finger slipped in slowly... all the way.

"Ohhhhh yes, mmmm, just like that."

I fingered the young girl until she couldn't keep her legs apart and squeezed them hard over my hand. My fat cock was hard as it could be, like a gun ready to go off. When I stood and dropped my pants, her eyes bulged at my size, not expecting a cock to be so big.

"Oh Tom, it's so big!" she said, fearfully touching it, letting her fingers slide over the long foreskin hanging over the cockhead.

"It's okay, honey, all men's cocks are big. It just seems bigger because you're so young."

"H-h..how big is yours?" she asked.

"I once measured it at nine-and-a-half inches, does that answer your question?"

"WOW!!" I'll bet nobody is as big as you... WOW!" she said.

"Good girls, though, especially ones who like to date the best boys learn to suck a guy off," I explained. "If you want me to cure your 'itch,' then you've got to tickle me first."

"How would I do that?" she asked coyly.

I didn't say a word, and just leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. We kissed passionately for several minutes, when she completely surprised me.

Anya said she really wanted to go down on me and began to give me a blowjob. She couldn't fit the broad cockhead in her mouth, so she settled for suckling on my foreskin and slurping my precum out its tip. She also showed her lack of experience, which made it even more erotic to me. I knew it would not be long before the little girl would have me cumming in her mouth. And I also knew that I shot large loads of ejaculate. I told her to release her hands from around my shaft and just suck the tip while I show her what's like for a man to cum, and what she would be receiving into her womb. Within a few seconds, I exploded into Anya's mouth.

"ARRRGGGGGNNNNN," I yelled in ecstasy. "That's it, honey, hold your mouth open and just let it fill your mouth," I instructed.

Problem was, I was cumming far too much, after the first three shots, her little mouth was overflowing, so I let my cock bobble downward slightly and blew another dozen shots onto her face, chin and tiny breasts, which slid and dripped down her chest and belly straight to her little cunny. She managed to both hold and swallow the load I had squirted in her mouth and that impressed me. In all my life, that was the best blowjob that I ever had. It was hard to believe that this little twelve-year old girl could bring me this kind of pleasure. But maybe that's the difference between girls and women: girls can pleasure a man unlike they've ever felt; whereas a woman selfishly expects you to pleasure her.

I still didn't know how she would be able to take my big cock, but I could hardly wait to fuck this little virgin. I had Anya get on her bed and I joined her. My cock never lost its erection as it swayed heavily and slapped her belly. I took her nightie off, freeing the beautiful, tiny young breasts to my gaze. Anya then lifted up her cute little ass, so I could get her panties off. Finally, I had this 12-year old girl stripped down to nothing, her naked body totally exposed to me.

Anya was trembling with anticipation of our highly illicit encounter. I then got on top of the young girl; my cock positioned right at the entrance to her virgin sweetness. My cockhead was wider than her entire vulva. How was this going to physically work? I wondered. I raked my long foreskin up and down her slit, tickling her pubes.

I was about to take the little girl as I asked her if this is what she wanted. She reassured me this is what she wanted. Anya told me to fuck her good and put her in maternity clothes. I then began to work my cock up and down her slit, soaking her tiny pussy with my copious precum. Once I was satisfied she was slippery enough down there, I began to push my enormous cock into the young girl.

"AIIIIIEEEEEE!!" Anya cried as if she were stabbed with a knife.

"Are you okay, honey?" I asked.

"Uh huh, just don't pull out or it will hurt a lot more now, just keep going in, Tom."

Her best friend had told her about the pain the first time her father had fucked her, so she knew what to expect. I continued to work my cock into her painfully. I had only gotten just over an inch inside her when I came to her hymen. I rested inside her to let her young virginal pussy get used to my thickness and to the blunt instrument that was buried so deep inside her. Then with a quick thrust went right through her hymen like a hot knife through butter.

"Aaaanuuggghhhnnnn, OUUCCHHHH DADDY, IT HURTS!!" Anya screamed

I held her face and wiped her tears, reassuring her that now would come nothing but pleasure. I then began to fuck four inches in and out of her, again letting her get used to its length. When she stopped sobbing over four inches, I paused and inserted an inch deeper, waiting for her to stop crying and fucked her for 7-8 minutes with five inches, repeating the process over and over until I had nine inches inside the little girl's womb. I didn't think it was physically possible!

"Anya, darling, how are you taking me, taking so much inside you?"

"I love you Tom," she cried, "and I'll do anything you want as long as you make me have a baby."

I was amazed at the girl. She had an incredibly tight pussy - of course, what else did I expect? But for a twelve-year old girl to be able to take a nine-and-a-half inch cock inside her on the first time was simply freakish. It made me love her all the more that she was willing to go to such great pain and length to please me.

As I slammed my cock into the little girl's tiny pussy, pushing her 73-lb. body back and forth over the mattress, I knew this illicit consummation of our love would soon be over. I first wanted to make Anya have an orgasm, but figured her pain and the tearing of her labia around my immense thickness would prevent it this time around. Anya's breathing had become more rapid as my cock pounded in and out of her preteen pussy. Anya kept on crying, the harder I fucked her, the louder she cried and the more her tears flowed. But this is what she wanted. If she wanted to be impregnated, she needed to know it was not an easy process.

"Oh god, it hurts, Tom, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, PLEASE, IT HURTS when you go so deep! You're TOO BIG!" she cried, her little eyes bawling in pain.

I didn't give a shit now as lust had taken over my brain. Here I was with the little girl, naked beneath me, just having sucked my cock and swallowed my load, and now I was fucking her like a tramp. I was going to cum inside her no matter how hard she cried now! I continued to fuck her tight pussy viciously, flexing my big cock inside her, letting her womb painfully squeeze my cockhead. But she surprised me again.

"Ummmmmm, aaaiiiiiiieeeee, nnnnggggn, DADDY, OH DADDY! MMnnnnnnn!!" Anya cried out, as I knew she was having her first orgasm.

Knowing I could finish the job properly, I banged her little cunt mercilessly during her thirty-second orgasm, pouring my cockmeat all the way inside her until my swollen balls rested on her tiny asscheeks. Then I felt myself about to cum, the cum boiling through my loins and surging through my balls and cockshaft.

"Anya, I'm going to try to show you how a girl gets pregnant now. Are you ready?"

She didn't answer, just nodded, slinging her stress-induced sweaty hair up and down. I spewed my potent seed into her fertile young womb, filling her with a huge load. Didn't realize I had that much inside me after the blowjob, but then I remembered I was fucking a young girl, not one my own age. The pressure from my big cock completely filling her cunt and womb combined with my enormous cum load hurt the both of us as she started crying loudly again.

"Oh Tom, it HURTS, please, let's not do this anymore... pull out!!" she cried.

I tried, but couldn't. My cock was stuck in her, and I had no choice but to continue cumming inside the girl, overflowing her womb with my seed. I frantically tried to pull away from her, even gripping the base of my prick, but her clamp-like tiny pussy wouldn't release me. So I relented and continued to let my orgasm flow inside her cunt, filling her for 45-seconds or so until it subsided and so did I, in exhaustion.

Afterward, we spent that entire night together, our bodies locked together in an obscene union, fucking and sucking the night away. When her Mom returned in the afternoon of the next day, everything was fine except one minor detail. Anya walked around the house as if she had ridden a horse bareback all day and groaned each time she stood or sat down, her loins and womb being so sore from losing her virginity.

I tried to tell her it wouldn't be easy.



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